totally random tagging because… why not?

I was about to post a rant about some woman who wanted to sell posters of one of my blackouts… without paying me. But as I reread what I wrote, my blood began to boil… So, I deleted the whole thing, and opened my “Awesome Things My Love Says” folder.

My sexy Piano Man has a way with words that reach my heart and my funny bone. The other day, he texted me after a show, to say, “Warning! I’m bringing home some flower corpses.” He knows I don’t much care for flowers that have been cut just for decoration, and he also knows that if the poor things were already mutilated, I wouldn’t want their sacrifice to be for nothing. I do my best to find a way to show them some love.

It was a big bouquet. Some of the flowers are still drying. But the roses, carnations, and some greenery and fillers (whose name I don’t know), have dried quite prettily.

I used a rose petal on this stitched poem. Some of the outer petals I offered to the moon, now sit by my typewriter in view of the window. I put together a bouquet I can glimpse while I’m writing. The leaves and other greenery went in a jar until the muse thinks of something. The fillers are in a wee bowl, in front of a sculpture of Old Man Death (you know how much the grinning Reaper loves his flowers).

By the time I was done, I was grinning as toothily as… well, as toothily as me. Playing with nature (even mildly dead nature) is good therapy, picturing the bloody things my muse thinks should happen to those who want to steal our mind-babies… not so much.

On a wild whim (or inspired by a gentle kick from Mistress Fate), I accepted my friend Sharon’s invitation to join Summer Snarks—a closed Facebook group, which is sort of a home away from home for the July Daily Writing Challenge, held over at the Rough Writers’ site.

I’m joining the fun unofficially… for although I’ll share my progress on the group and will lurk around everybody else’s postings every now and again, I won’t add my information to the actual challenge. My blogging will not be altered much. I will probably every few days—fiction, poetry, health, witchy living—and on the days I don’t blog, I will post a bit of micro fiction, micro poetry, or micro creative nonfiction ranting on my Facebook page.

I’ll use the month of July to finish the short story collection I want to publish this coming fall. I might share a quote or three, and rage when I get stuck. I need to write the final chapter of Lum and Darlene, finish the last bit of Belle du Freak, develop two new stories… And in case any of you was wondering, yes, I’m adding an AlmaMia Cienfuegos tale at the end—the wild child deserves some page time, even if her world doesn’t quite fit the collection.

If you need a little nudge towards the writing-everyday-front, consider joining in… it might be fun. And like a sexy, talented, intelligent (and extremely modest) writer once said, it’s good to “put your ideas somewhere, perhaps in the world.”

.a wee note…
– You can find Lum and Darlene and Belle du Freak on my Web Serials page.
– Edit (7/3/16): I changed my mind about posting for the daily challenge. I will continue to write every day, but I will only blog every few days.